#someone let me come rub my face against them like a cat plz

[quietwingsinthesky]

seriously i cannot emphasize enough how awesome T is. is facial hair so so itchy? yes. but is it also amazing and awesome and so cool? definitely. i am either fuzzy or prickly all the time and it's great. very occasionally i am smooth, but it doesn't last very long!

[krxideprnz-archive]

More sub Toji plz, him being a huge brat at first then just reducing him to a crying begging mess 😈 (fondling his muscles too cuz this man is jacked whew 😅)

I hope this is good 👉👈 I’m in the middle of midterms so I don’t have much time right now,

But I’m gonna be finished tomorrow!

So expect more productivity from my lazy ass

I hope you enjoy this 💕

Sub! Toji x Dom! Fem! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes- orgasm denial/toys/degrading/overstimulation/oral (giving and receiving)

Your hands traced the muscles on your husbands back while he was trying to sleep, occasionally moving your hands further up, caressing his neck and leaving a few kisses there.

Toji groaned half asleep.

“What are you doing? I want to sleep”

His annoyed tone made you roll your eyes and continue with your movements, resting your head on your hand.

“I haven’t been with you in a while, I missed you”

He didn’t answer, he only readjusted on his pillow, closing his eyes again.

Fucking brat.

He was always like this when he came home since a few months, coming home only to brush your words of concern off when he had new wounds on his body, ignoring your attempts to help him.

And you were tired of it.

This also ruined your sex life, he was either to tired or not in the mood, so he always rolled around and told you to go away.

But you were having none of it, not anymore.

So you decided to spice things up a little.

“I also missed your cries when I ride on your big cock- oh so that got a reaction out of you!” You clapped your hands together when you saw his body twitch and his head turning around, glaring daggers in your direction.

“The fuck did you say?” He was getting pissed. He knew the effect you had on him but it made his blood boil every time you mentioned it.

“Aww, did u hurt your pride?” Your hands found his abs, tracing and touching them, feeling his hard muscles flex when he moved.

You crawled on top of him, a grin spread on your features.

“You’re a bitch” he grabbed your head to kiss you, but you were quick to press your hand in front of his mouth.

You glared down at him with a mad glint in your eyes.

“Seems like someone needs a reminder who’s the boss here, don’t you, Toji?”

“More like you need that reminder-“ your hands grabbing his throat made him shut up.

“Shut up” you spat, moving your face closer to his, enjoying the way you felt his dick twitch against your inner thigh.

After releasing him, you sat back, pressing your heel against his crotch.

He hissed and clenched his teeth.

You continued grinding your foot against his growing bulge, pressing on it until he let out a groan.

“You like that? Do you enjoy when I’m rough with you? Tell me Toji” you licked your lips when you saw him bite his lip.

He was quick to stare back at you with a grin.

“Keep telling that to yourself”

Your foot left his bulge, and you bent forward, touching his erection painfully careful.

His hips moved up to meet your hand and add some mich needed friction against his bulge, but your hand pushed him down roughly.

“I thought you didn’t like it”

“I don’t-“

“Then why are you pushing against me like this?Look how hard you got just from a few simple touches”

He didn’t answer, he only glared at you but decided to keep his mouth shut for once.

“Cat got your tongue?”

With a laugh, you stood up and went over to the closet, grabbing a few items from the inside, making sure to bend over so he had a nice view of your ass wiggling in the air.

When you walked back, you placed the items on the bedside table, and when he looked over to see what you got, you quickly turned his head back around.

“You don’t get to look” and with that, you grabbed the blindfold and secured it around his head, covering his eyes.

“Take that off, I at least wanna see you bouncing on my cock” he spoke confidently, still not ready to admit that you had the upper hand in your sex life.

“Stop behaving like such a brat, especially after you ignored me for months” you replied, taking of his loose sweatpants, his erection springing up and hitting his abdomen.

You toyed with the tip, seeing him bite the insides of his mouth to conceal his noises.

Your hand started rubbing and touching the muscles on his strong legs, feeling each curve and movement of them with your fingers.

Opening your mouth, you licked from the underside of his cock upwards until you pressed a kiss to the tip, his precum coating your lips.

You heard the pleasured little moans leaving his lips that he tried so hard to contain, with his hand over his mouth.

Your mouth left his sensitive tip.

“You’re such a-“

“Seems like I need to keep that mouth of your occupied” and with that, you quickly undressed your lower half, moving upwards to hover your core over his mouth.

“Pleasure me, show me what that mouth of yours is useful for”

He started licking up and down your slit, kissing and sucking on your hot flesh while his hands steadied your body on his face.

You moaned at his skilled tongue entering your womanhood, thrusting in and out of you eagerly.

He devoured you like he was starving for years, his continued kissing and sucking making you press further onto his face, tongue rolling out of your mouth at the vibrations of the laugh that escaped his mouth.

Soon, after he used one of his fingers to rub up and down your clit, you released on his face, your juices coating his face and the blindfold he was wearing.

You looked down at his twitching length, precum flowing from the tip, slowly sliding down the side.

Moving further down on his body, you watched his tongue lick over his lips, tasting you in his mouth.

“Can’t get enough of me can you? I wonder what your colleagues would say if they saw you like this?”

You saw him visibly shudder at your words.

Taking his leaking cock in your hand, you started pumping up and down, relishing in the sounds he made.

His moans were deep and loud, spilling from his lips without shame.

You added your mouth, your hands instead fondling his balls, his hips moving up, pressing his cock even further inside of your mouth.

Your tongue moved in circles around him, head moving up and down, lewd noises of his moans and the squelching sounds of your sucking and kissing made him go crazy.

He wished he could see you right now.

You carefully dragged your teeth along the side, a hiss escaping his throat.

“Hngh! (Y/N)!” His hands found your hair and grabbed it, head thrown back and mouth hung open, moans leaving his throat, each one seemingly louder than the last.

He looked so stunning like this, sweat glistening on his skin and cheeks flushed, you never saw something this beautiful.

You felt his cum inside of your mouth when he released with a yell of your name.

You kept moving even after he already came, sucking him even more aggressive.

He thrashed against the sheets, not able to say a single thing as pleasure clouded his senses.

“Ah! Ah! (Y- hngh!” Tojis legs wrapped around your body, twitching and shaking around you.

You released him with a pop, smirking at the drool dripping down his swollen lips.

“You should see yourself, lying on the bed with that fucked out expression~ so pathetic”

He let out a strained whimper at the loss of the feeling of your lips around him.

You grabbed the two last items from your nightstand, a vibrator and handcuffs.

You secured the vibrator around his leaking length and Toji threw his head back in bliss.

After you chained his hands to the bed over his head, you watched him with a proud smile.

Giving him a kiss, you whispered into his ear.

“Since you wanted to sleep so badly, I’m not gonna bother you anymore”

You got up and gave him one last wave, his confused expression making you smirk.

“Good Night sweetheart~” and with that, you left the room.

After you cleaned yourself, you plopped down on the couch, scrolling through your phone and listening to your boyfriends pained whines and moans of your name.

You eventually fell asleep for a short while.

When you woke up, you could still hear his pained yells and moans from your bedroom, so you decided to walk back to your husband.

You opened the door and were immediately greeted by the image of Toji cumming again, his release shooting out of the tip, a wet spot were he was lying was visible.

His cheeks were wet with tears and he was crying out in pleasure and relief when you came in.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! So- I’m so- hah! Ahn!!”

You shushed him and cupped his cheek in your hand.

“How many times did you cum already? You look so good like this...I wonder if you could handle some more”

He immediately shook his head no, another loud moan echoing in the room when you touched his abused cock to remove the vibrator.

“Thank you!” Relieved, he relaxed on the bed, he was close to passing out at this point.

You were so lucky you could see the great Toji Fushiguro like this, completely loosing his pride because of you.

[bnhaficsforthesoul]

Shinsou fluff alphabet

Starting off this blog the right way

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He really likes your eyes

Hes definitely the type of person that puppy dog eyes work on

When you look up at him with those pretty eyes he just melts into them

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He would want a baby eventually

Like after you get married

But he loves the thought of having a baby with you

Seeing which traits come out from both of you

Or adopting a baby, he thinks that would be awesome too

He loves kids, hes just kinda scared that he doesn't know how to take care of them

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He is the c li n g I est mf

He acts like hes not but he is

He doesn't have a preference when it comes to being the little or big sppon

He loves holding you

Just wrapping his arms around your shoulders or waist and hugging you as tight as possible while pressing little kisses onto your forehead

And when you hold him he melts

He feels so loved and wanted

Play with his hair plz plz plz

His eyes will flutter shut and hell just be like

"Mmm... so comfy"

It's so cute

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Toshi is pretty spontaneous

So dates will either be

Let's go out at 3 in the morning and run around the city and buy junk food

Or

"Babe, I got us reservations for this super fancy restaurant so make sure you get dressed up. Were leaving in an hour."

They're always fun tho, even the more formal dates are super silly with you two making jokes and just being crackheads

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

To Hitoshi, you are his inspiration

His reason for moving forward in life

Before you, his only goal was to become a hero - and even then no one seemed to believe he could

Then theres you

You who tells him that his quirk does not make him evil

It's super effective against villains

hell be a pro hero someday

Before he wanted to become hero simply because why not

But now he wants to become a hero for you, to show you that your positive words were not misplaced and he is someone you can count on

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

It was one night after he was training with Aizawa in martial arts (since he knows his quirk isnt the most effective in battle if he cant get it to work)

And he walked out of the field to see you standing there with this big smile on your face

"What are you doing here? It's late, you should go home."

"I was but then I saw you training and wanted to watch 😊"

He kinda gives you a weird look and is like why

"Cause you're super cool Shinsou! If I wanna be a pro hero I need to make sure I can get strong too, so I wanted to take some pointers."

His eyes widen and hes like- you think I'm cool??? Me who has to do this training cause my quirk is useless most the time?? Me who's quirk actually sucks?? You think I'm cool.

You just give him this big smile and you're like well ya anyways see you tomorrow

And he kinda is just like fuckfuckfuckfuckdu kkckcdudyhsj the whole way home cause wow you're super cute and you're the only person to ever praise him like that

He lies awake all night and is like I'm in love fuk

So ya, he was in love long before you even started dating

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Hes so gentle with you

Like hell brush your hair out of your face and move it behind your ear

When you kiss his hand kinda just cups your jaw and his thumb rubs your cheek

He presses little kisses on your forehead when you hug

Theres times when he can be more rough, but you're his baby and he cherishes you so much

He doesn't wanna scare you in any way and treats you so well

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

When you're walking he likes to place his fingers with yours and holds onto your hand tight

But other than that, he prefers holding your hand by placing his on top of yours and lacing his fingers while his thumb rubs your pinky

Hell pick up your hand and press kisses on it

Lowkey to tease you cause he likes to see you blush but still

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

His first impression of you wasn't the best? It wasn't the worst either tho

He first met you at the sports festival

You were fighting after he did, so when he was walking back and you were going out you saw him

So you were like "great job in the match!!"

And he thought you were teasing him cause he felt he horribly lost so he got kinda pissed

And was like "ya whatever"

He realized you weren't lying later tho, when you kept talking to him whenever you would see him at school

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Oooooh yes, boy gets so jealous

You're HIS baby, not anyone elses

Hes put up with a lot of shit and a lot of shitty people and now that he has someone who loves him and he adores back - he doesn't like the fear of losing them

It's less of he gets angry when people flirt with you and more of he gets scared

Hes scared hes not the best and that you might decide you'll leave

He knows you love him and are loyal to him, but he cant shake that fear

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

So he initiated the first kiss

It was after your first date, and he kinda just kissed you out of nowhere (and you didn't mind at all)

While he does kiss you fairly gently, its lots of times a way to tease you

He loves to kiss you more roughly- the kinds of kisses that leave you breathless and your lips bruised

But he starts gentle half the time so that you get frustrated and have to try and make him kiss you deeper

Lots of tongue

Lots and lots of tongue

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You did

Again, He knew he loved you before you started dating

But he didn't wanna put you off by saying it too soon so he waited for you

He did things to help you know he loved you, but he waited until you said it

The first time you said it you were cuddling

You were lying on his chest and he was playing with your hair on his bed and you quietly said "I love you Toshi. So much.."

His eyes widened and he got the biggest smile on his face

"I love you too baby"

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

His favorite memory with you is probably one of your first dates

He took you to an amusement park

You were holding hands the whole time and you were so happy throughout the whole night

Hearing your beautiful laugh, being able to play the games with you and win you prizes since hes for some reason super good at them, getting to be that annoying couple that just cuddles in all the lines

He was in heaven

of course you had to do the stereotypical couple thing and ride the ferris wheel

But! It got stuck when you were almost to the top (if only it had been at the top - it would have been peak amusement park date romance)

You two were so ready to kiss at the top, but now you get to make out for like 30 minutes?? Awesome!

Getting to have a whole photo shoot together with all the pretty lights from the park and the city?? Double awesome!

Sitting in the cramped seat and being able to just talk and cuddle without worrying about school or anything?? Tripple awesome!!!

Everything about the night was perfect, and now you two love going on amusement park dates (tho none will ever beat this one)

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He won't Spoil you too much, hes broke anyways

Besides, hes not the most materialistic person anyways so he would rather give you gifts of like dates and stuff

When he does give gifts, it's more personal things

Hell spoil you for your birthday and anniversary tho, if you really want something hell do his best to get you it

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Pink

Why?

Because he loves that cute blush of yours ~

He teases you all the time, anything to get you to blush

So when he sees a pink, especially in the shade of your blush, he kinda smirks and is like aw

Also, its such a soft color, and you're his baby so he gets soft for you

So honestly pastel colors remind him of you too, but mainly pink

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

ANYTHING that will get you to blush

Hes tested out them all

Honey, sugar, babydoll, bub, cutie, EVERYTHING

But his favorites are baby, and kitten.

He likes cats so he tested out kitten and the BLUSH that erupted on your face, he was hooked

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

My dude he is so into ball room dancing

Like I guess that's modern if you're rich, but neither of you are so that's something you only see in like old movies

Dead ass he took you to an abandoned castle just to dance with you while he played music from like the 40s

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Loves rain

Wants to go play in it

He will drag you out into the rain so that you can run around and act like little kids

Then you'll come in eventually so you dont get sick and make tea and cuddle

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Hes more of the type that will just ignore his feelings when hes sad

Like it's no big deal they'll go away

But you got mad at him for doing that so now - he just tells you

Hell text you and be like "hey.. can we cuddle..."

And you'll immediately know what's up and run to cheer him up

When you're sad, he takes a more direct approach

He wants you to tell him straight up what's wrong, and hes willing to wait if you need time

Hell hold you until you're ready, but he won't leave until you're feeling better

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He loves gossipping

Like you two talking about dumb stuff your classmates do

Makes up like 70% of your conversations

Also about movies, or TV shows, hes into a lot of fandoms and loves talking about them

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

You

Playing

With

His

Hair

That's it

Hes stressed? He will plop himself into your lap and you just know

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He likes showing off his martial art skills honestly

Hes gotten good at them, and many of the students dont bother with learning any formal fighting style since they're more into just using their quirk or swinging as they please

So it's something hes proud of

Hes also proud of it cause the 2 people he looks up to the most - aizawa and you - are also proud of him for it

So he loves showing you new things hes learned, or showing you how to do them so that you can be safer

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Again, hes spontaneous, so it kinda just came out

You two were just goofing around one night - spending time with each other since soon you would go into working at an agency since you had graduated

He was just thinking about how much hes gonna miss not being able to be around you all the time

So this man deadass ran into a gas station that was still open, bought a ring pop, and ran back out and was like

"Shit babe I'm so sorry this is such a horrible proposal but I'm doing it cause I don't wanna back out so- (y/n), will you marry me?"

Hes down on one knee holding this ring pop and he expected you to start laughing (you did later) but instead you started crying and you just jump into his arms nodding

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Serendipity by BTS

His world changed when he met you, the love his life

Theres so much hurt in life, and you are his happiness

Even when you two fight, you only come back stronger

Hes so happy with you, and so hes worried that something will happen to take you away from him

This song kinda captures that

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes

All the time

He planned it a few times fully before when he actually did, and they were all much more romantic than the ring pop

He thought of the ring and everything

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Cat

Do I even need to say that

He wants you two to be crazy cat parents so bad

Even tho the max you ever have at a time is 2

[dolphinitley]

Jacob Seed/F!Dep Fic

“Love Like Revenge” Chapter 8

AO3

Word count: 1,648

Warnings: PTSD symptoms

I felt like calling Em "Rook" in this chapter. Got some fluffy stuff plus anxiety when the nukes drop. 

Tagging @johnseedsplane @colorguardian18 for last line meme. Also general tag: @theeonlyroman @flyawayturtle @angrylittlebean @liilaac @they-are-not-just-stories @zacklover24

Thanks for reading and plz comment :D

Rook and her big orange cat Tommy sat on the couch and watched a movie she thought might make her feel better, but her mind was still on Jacob. His 1911 was in a dresser drawer in her bedroom.

This morning, he left to deal with things at St. Francis, which reminded Rook that he was still protecting his brother’s cult. He purposely left the 1911 at her house, along with some clothes that accumulated there over the past few weeks.

As he kissed her goodbye, he could tell that she was mildly upset.  They both were becoming addicted, which they thought made them vulnerable purely because of the longing they felt when they were apart. But maybe, she thought, if they were always together, they could make each other stronger, and protect one another.

Rook felt sour. Her PTSD symptoms were flaring up at the thought of St. Francis. She needed to make peace with this if she was going to be with him.

She took some sleeping meds and passed out hard on the couch.

A few hours later Rook woke up to Tommy’s loud crying meows and paws pushing on her chest.

She was groggy and confused at the dim brightness outside. It wasn’t the sunset. It was fire half a mile away. The sound of a sonic boom assaulted her ears.

Was it a dream? No. This is it, she thought. It was surreal. The nukes had finally dropped.

Rook stared at Tommy for several moments, thinking about what she needed to do now.

There was nothing she could do for Honey, except open her gate and hope she’d run until finding a safe spot.

Within 10 minutes she had most of her favorite possessions in her bunker.

She couldn’t stop thinking about Jacob, even though she knew he’d be safe in his own bunker. She thought of her family. She cried at the change that was coming. She felt she could not handle it.

While making her last run to the bunker, with her cat in her arms, Jacob’s truck sped up her driveway and skidded to a halt, tires throwing gravel and dust.

A wave of relief washed over her. Here was her rock. He was what she needed. She ran to him and squished Tommy between them in a hug. Jacob kissed the top of her head and noted the tears on her cheeks.

Jacob took a step back and held her shoulders, looking in her eyes intently.

“We need to hurry,” he said with a nod.

Rook responded with a weak nod and followed him throwing duffel bags down into her bunker. She wondered why he was here and why he was putting his things in her bunker.

Now she was in a full blown panic attack and needed to get to safety. Her breathing was too fast and erratic.The fire was growing too close for comfort.

“Rook!” Jacob yelled. His voice was a little dulled by the sound of falling trees and other thunderous booms.

Rook felt frozen. She was looking at her body from outside herself. All of her feelings swirled and crashed in her mind. Why did I kill all those people? Why aren’t I with my family? Why am I so close with Jacob? How can I-

Her panicked doubts were interrupted by Jacob’s protective arms and chest. He rushed her down to the bunker and locked the steel doors. It was so quiet in this bunker. The sounds outside were barely audible.

Jacob was dripping with sweat and soot in his effort to get to her. Stupid. He thought to himself. Why’d I fucking leave her. If he had been with her when the first bomb hit, he could have taken her to his stronger bunker. He doubted she’d like living with Peggies very much anyway. Doesn’t matter. This is where we’re at now.

Rook let Tommy jump to the ground and explore the bunker. Her eyes were distant.

“Honey,” Jacob was trying to get through to her. “I know. I know you need rest but we have to get these clothes off and get clean before anything else.” He was as calm as ever.

Jacob went to the bunker’s bathroom and started the shower. He led her to it and undressed the both of them.

The last thing Rook’s anxiety needed right now was someone touching her naked body. But with him it wasn’t what she expected. With him she felt safe and cared for. Jacob stayed focused and efficient, quickly finding soap and towels. He was gentle and did his best not to trigger her.

Rook stared at the tile shower floor, soot mixing with water and going down the drain. She breathed with intention, focusing on the feeling of hot water on her skin.

Jacob’s strong fingers kneaded and scrubbed her hair and scalp. It felt good. He rubbed with soapy hands down her neck and shoulders, arms, torso, and he knelt to wash her legs. He rested his forehead against the side of her thigh. A squeeze of her heel lifted her foot to allow him to clean it.

After Rook was clean, she watched Jacob clean his own body. She leaned against the shower wall and her eyes wandered over the muscles, freckles, hair, and scars. She reached a hand out to brush against his chest.

Jacob put down the soap and took her in his arms. They stood there for half a minute, until Jacob planted a kiss on her forehead and turned off the shower.

Water dripped from their bodies when they stepped out. Jacob dried her off first with a soft towel, and wrapped it around her shoulders.

He shook a towel over his red hair, and tucked it around his waist. Jacob took momentary glances at her while he dug through his clothing duffel and dressed in gray sweatpants and a soft blue t shirt.

Rook put on multiple layers of the most comfortable clothing she had in the bunker.

They got into bed and she got close to him, gladly accepting the heat his body offered. The bombs were still dropping and he held her loosely. She took another pill. She figured now was a worthy time to take one of her limited supply. They fell asleep, to escape the sounds of end for just a few hours.

As she fell asleep, she couldn’t help but think about why she was in Montana in the first place, and why she wasn’t with her family.

When she left Dutch’s bunker after he rescued her from the river, she could have laid low. She could have taken out just one roadblock and gone home. Would it really have worked? She has a feeling she would have been caught by the Seeds anyway. Better to be a fighter than a prisoner, right?

Rook figured she gave up her right to respect and fair treatment after her first unnecessary kill. The first kill that was not out of self defense, or to stop someone else from coming to immediate harm, or saving a hostage. Her first sniper kill. She was 150 meters away. It was a headshot. An Eden’s Gate soldier at Boomer’s house. She knew that the soldier had some part in murdering and torturing for the cult. It didn’t stop her momentary emotional lapse in the orchard. She started crying, and tried the hardest she’d ever tried in her life to stop crying. She could see the sudden blood on the Peggie’s forehead where there formerly was none.

Her last preemptive kill was one of Jacob’s men. She sniped them near a radio tower. Where’s the adrenaline? She thought. She worried why she wasn’t feeling adrenaline after killing a person. At that point she’d become an efficient killing machine. She pushed her bad feelings down, down, down, to deal with later.

She was dreaming about the gore. She knew she was dreaming about it and in her head she tried to jerk herself awake.

It must have worked enough to prompt Jacob to gently shake her awake.

“Honey,” he said with a sleepy and raspy voice. He gently stroked her shoulder.

Thank god he’s here.

Rook turned on her side to face him. He was propped up on one elbow, searching her face for anything.

She stared back at him and grounded herself. She slowly pulled her mind away from the dream and into the warm bed, with Jacob next to her.

So handsome.

Jacob chuckled. She must’ve said that out loud.

Rook placed the responsibility of distancing Jacob from the cult on her shoulders, even though he did physically distance himself from them in a major way, and by his own choice. He was still close to them by association in her mind.

“You’ve gotta tell me what you’re thinkin, Babe,” he said.

Babe.

It took her half a minute to build up courage to speak about it.

“I had a dream about killing a...Peggie.”

“Yeah?” He tried to sound encouraging. He needed her to be open with him.

“And the memory of that eventually connects to you.”

“That’s right.”

“It makes me confused. Because I like you so much. And I hate the cult so much.”

Jacob huffed a soft laugh. “I don’t like em all that much either. And I know you’re mad about the things I’ve done.”

Rook exhaled. She was in relief that he wasn’t actually upset or irrational.  Not even in a backhanded way. Bad behavior is what she came to expect from most people. He was always the image of composure.

Rook placed her small hand on his cheek and said quietly, “I missed you while you were gone.” Rook would have said, “today” at the end, but she felt like she’d missed him all her life.

“I missed you too.” It was a warm whisper from him.

[scurvgirl]

Casserole vampire au plz? 😶😶😶😶

You mean sexy biting? Yes, yes good. Since @justanartsysideblog already has a classic vampire AU, here is a Modern Vampire AU! 

Melarue belongs to @justanartsysideblog of course

NSFW!

Fang Fling

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“I am getting trashed tonight!” Shokrakar laughs, twirling around in her bikini top and short-shorts. Her black, curly hair bounces from its pigtails and the light catches along the body glitter she has generously coated her body with. 

Kass rolls her eyes, but smiles at the other woman’s antics. Her own outfit is revealing, though not quite as provocative. She chose a regular crop top instead of the string bikini, and her shorts are high waisted. She decided against the body glitter because that never turns out well for her.

“You sure that’s the best idea, Shok?”

“The wig looks good, Kass, stop questioning it!” 

Kass sighs and looks back in the mirror. The wig looks weird. Her tight, coily curls hidden under a bald cap where a special made soft pink wig rests on top. She has bangs and they’re pink! It’s a long wig too, the tips reaching past her collarbone which is a trip. She’s used to hair that grows out, not down. 

The wig had been Shok’s suggestion. Something different! Something fun for the bonfire tonight! This ridiculous bonfire tonight. 

Sure, Kass could use the distraction from…everything. After breaking up with Qal and then pursuing her Master’s like she’s always dreamed, she hasn’t had the ability to just relax and have a good time. Undergrad was defined by her relationship with Qal and now that she’s done with her Master’s and has a publishing job lined up for her in the next month…well, it’s time to let loose a little. So when Shokrakar said she was heading out to an island with some friends for a festival, Kass uncharacteristically agreed to go. 

Now she’s here, dolled up in way too short shorts and a pink wig that Qal would have despised. That thought alone endears her to it just a bit more. It’s not her thing usually, but she can work with it tonight. 

By the time they get the beach, it’s dark and the bonfire is already lit, smoke billowing up into the night sky. Bass heavy music fills the night, the ground vibrating with the beats. Drunk beach goers sway and dance and sing nonsensically along with the song that Kass doesn’t recognize. 

Shok laughs and seems to immediately fall into the swaying bodies, dancing and drinking - wait, when did she get that drink? They just got here! Kass looks around and only sees people with drinks, but no actual place to get a drink. Is this something she missed in undergrad while sheltered and relegated to attending a minimal number of classes? How to navigate a beach bonfire party? Or at least where to find a drink? 

Even when she’s trying to let loose, things are complicated it seems. Whatever, she can dance without a drink. Picking up on the beat and swaying forward with her hips, Kass joins in the dancing. She sways and gyrates and jumps, sweating her worries away into the night. 

Oh now why didn’t she do this sooner? Like right after she dropped Qal? This would have been ten times better than the gallon of ice cream she sobbed into as she picked up her broken pieces. But then again, if she hadn’t done that, she doesn’t suppose she’d be here. Well, she’s here now, whole and happy and dancing because damn if she doesn’t have the rest of her life to look forward to! 

“Woo!” She shouts, throwing her hands into the air.

“Get it, girl!” A partygoer shouts and Kass laughs, wiggling her hips a little more. There’s some hollering and while at first it’s unnerving, she finds it sorta nice. Everyone is dancing and cheering and having a good time. 

A girl passes by in a blue wig, or maybe she dyed it, and offers Kass a drink, but she refuses it. She’d like to stay sober for this, she thinks. She wants to remember this feeling. She’d bottle it if she could, it’d be so much better than any alcoholic beverage - just…the feeling of freedom and accomplishment, the knowledge that for once she is in control of her life and things are good. 

She turns around and her eyes open just enough to see through the fire the face of someone so beautiful and out of place, she wonders if she just imagined them. They’re taller than many of the party-goers, pale with dark hair and eyes so alert that they can’t be intoxicated like almost everyone else. They seem familiar, but she can’t place exactly where or why.

Kass blinks, expecting them to be gone, but they’re still there - her pale blue eyes meeting their liquid silver ones through the flames. They are an intense kind of beautiful, the kind that you find in the hallowed pages of couture magazines, all angles and perfect skin, eyes so sharp you feel them even through the page. 

Normally, Kass would blush and avert her gaze, what chance does she stand with someone like that? While they are all angles and lithe beauty, she is soft and full, sweet looking but not a true beauty. Her nose is just a bit too big, her eyebrows not quite full enough, her figure not as firm as it could be. 

But tonight is not a normal night and Kass is wearing a pink wig and damned if she is going to let herself fall into the shadows tonight of all nights. She maintains their gaze and sways her hips, slow and sensual. She bites her lower lip, letting the plump skin fall away as she skims a hand down her body.

What is she doing? This is insanity, why would - oh heavens, they’re heading towards her. They move with the grace of a cat, not minding any of the gyrating dancers and somehow managing not to touch any of them. 

Her heart races as they close enough for her to see that they are even more gorgeous up close. They’re not quite as tall as she, but they have a presence that makes her feel small in an oddly delicious way.

“You are enthralling,” they murmur, leaning in close to her ear. It seems like they are going to take to dancing with her like some of the others, but they don’t even touch her, just lean in close  to whisper in her ear.

She blushes, but doesn’t stop herself from replying, “You’re not so bad yourself.” There seems to be this invisible barrier between them, just a thin layer where they aren’t touching and she finds she hates that. She wants to touch them, wants them to touch her. Not to be presumptuous, Kass moves her body and elongates her neck, just to be inviting. 

They break the barrier. They reach up and brush a hand across her cheek. “What is your name?”

“Kass,” she breathes, leaning into them.

“Kass,” they whispers before closing the distance and kissing her. Their lips are soft and perfect and they taste like…like…oh she doesn’t know, but they are a seriously good kisser. They move their move perfectly against hers, tongue slipping out to tease her lips. She gives in easily, leaning more fully into them. 

Her hands slide into their soft, silky hair while theirs seem to travel all over her body at once. They’re at her waist, cradling her face, gripping her behind. 

She gasps into their mouth and a moan escapes her. 

Oh it has been way too long since she’s been properly kissed like this. Has she ever been kissed like this? It doesn’t matter, she guesses, as long as it doesn’t stop. 

She doesn’t know their name and they’re her entire world right now. Crazy. Crazy amazing. 

This is so out of character for Kass that she doesn’t even know what she’s doing, but whatever it is…she doesn’t want it to ever stop. She feels unstoppable and sexy and on fire in the best of ways. 

And then they break away.

She makes a noise of protest but they give her a quick reassuring peck and take her hand. 

“Come with me,” they purr and yes, oh yes, she wants to go with him. She’ll go anywhere with them if they just promise to keep kissing her like that. 

They lead her away from the bonfire and to a large piece of driftwood. She turns around, about to ask them what’s going on when they’re kissing her again and all trains of thought leave her. She moans into their mouth and gives into the sensations filling her body. Their hands feel more purposeful now, skimming up her sides to swells of her breasts. 

Yes, touch me please, she thinks and wonderfully, they do. They cup her breasts, trail their hands down her stomach then around to her behind, grasping it and pulling her closer to them.

“You are vision,” they say, breaking their kiss only to pepper kisses along her cheek and down her neck. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” Their tongue darts out along her neck and an electric shiver runs through her, making her whimper. Pleasure builds into a throb within her that seems only relieved by their mouth. They kiss and lick and tease her neck in the most amazing, sensual way that leaves Kass gasping with pleasure. Some part of her recognizes how strange this is, but another part, the bigger, happier part is just enjoying the feeling of this beautiful person lavishing attention upon her like this. 

A sharp, brief sting in her neck draws her from her thoughts, but that pain is quickly replaced with the greatest euphoria she has ever experienced. 

“Oh!” she moans openly, her hand coming up to cradle their head as they likely suck the most incredible hickey into her neck. And she can’t bring herself to care. So what if she has the world’s worst hickey? It’s worth it for this. 

Pleasure so intense it has her clenching her thighs together, aching for them to touch her, to relieve this pressure. 

“Please, please, oh.” If she were aware of how desperate she sounds, she’d probably be quieter, but all she knows, all she feels is this need for them. For more. 

Taking the not-so-subtle hint, they sneak a hand between their bodies and undo the button and zipper to her shorts to slip a hand inside. They cup her and rub her until she is a keening mess, grinding into their hand, their mouth still working her neck. 

Who knew my neck was so sensitive like this? She certainly didn’t know! She’s been missing out, clearly.

They work her so well that it doesn’t take long for her pleasure to reach its peak in a glorious, explosive fashion. She bites her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, and even then, her mewls of satisfaction escape. 

They remove their hand from her, redo her shorts and lift their head from her neck. Their eyes are hooded with pleasure and she wants to ask them where they can get a room to finish things properly. 

“Thank you, Kass,” they say and she snorts.

“I should thank you.”

They smile and she leans forward, wanting to kiss them again. 

“You stepped away from the party for fresh air,” they say and she stops, her mind growing foggy.

“I stepped away…”

“For fresh air,” they finish. They glance to her lips and sigh, “You have no memory of me or our interlude.” 

“I have no memory of you…”

**

One month later…

Kass walks into Serpent’s Publishing with a giant smile on her face and a bigger container of coffee that will help her get through the day. It’s her first day and she is not going to be foggy just because she seems to be plagued with recurring…sex dreams of a faceless figure from the night of the bonfire. Nope. She is here to kick editing butt and knock the socks off of her boss, and that is what she is going to do.

She drops her stuff off at her cubicle before walking to the break room where a welcome breakfast is being held for the new members of the team. She is perusing the bagels when she looks up and sees…well, the CEO and founder of the company, Melarue Bre’Atishmanerathe. They are even more striking in person, she realizes. They’re tall for an elf, with the most incredible silver eyes she’s ever seen. Their jet black hair is shorter than what she’s seen in pictures, and she wonders if they cut it recently. Still, there is no mistaking them for anyone other than Melarue. 

Taking a deep breath, and temporarily forgoing the bagels, Kass walks right up to them and sticks out her hand.

“Kassaran Tashorit, I’m a new editor, and I am so excited to be working for you.”

[misskittydenoire]

Challenging The Brave

Title: Challenging The Brave Character(s) Featured: Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff Words: 1,570 Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader Genre: Humor Rating: G (General) Author’s Note: Hello my kitties and gentle-cats! I’m back, hooray! Did you guys miss me? So my semester is finally done and now I’m free to work on my stories. Another hooray! I actually got a request after sometime. Technically speaking, requests are close, but I will on occasionally answer some because I’m random that way. So here is the request of 2017! I think. I don’t really remember if I’ve done one for this year. Anonymous asked: Can I Ask for A Bruce Banner x Reader where the reader is extremely calm, like nothing can startle, scare, or make her mad. And because of this Tony and everyone else on the team try to get a reaction, aside from Steve and Bruce, of course. And something goes wrong when Tony tried to scare her and Bruce hulk's out and Hulk gets protective of the reader who has a secretive smile on her face cause they learn she and Bruce have been secretly dating for a while now??? Plz and thank you!! Summary: You’ve always been a calm person. Since a young age, you've been taught that things lose their power if you don't let them take over your emotions. You don't get scared, or get mad so quickly. The team, however, don't believe that someone could be that reserved. They take it upon themselves to see if they can find a weakness. They just didn't expect someone big and green to protect you from their idiocy. 

A loud yawn escaped your lips as you awoke from your slumber. You softly groaned, your petite ears picked up the small pops from your bones as you stretched your arms upward. Training always took a toll on you, but what do you expect when you have the bones of an 80 year old? Figuratively speaking, of course. You chuckled inwardly as the thought went through your mind. Suddenly, you felt something brush against your leg. Normally, many would get scared or at least become anxious, but you were different. You had a very high tolerance for things. It would take something of catastrophic proportions in order to get a reaction out of you. You tilted your head in curiosity when you noticed the foreign object move underneath your covers beside you. Your left hand flipped the covers open to reveal one of Tony’s spider contraptions he's been fiddling with lately. You chuckled, and rolled your eyes as you grabbed it and headed towards the kitchen. It wiggled in protest as you attempted to turn it off, succeeding after a few seconds. You spotted the gang setting up for breakfast, and cleared your throat loudly to grab their attention. Banner and Stark were the firsts to notice your presence, your right brow raised at the genius billionaire. He grinned, feigning surprise, “Oh, you found my prototype for Peter. I wondered where it went. It didn't—scare you, did it?” “No, it didn't. I was just waking up when I noticed something weird in my bed. Thought I'd bring it back to you. I may have broken it though,” You smirked in reply, throwing it to him. He caught effortlessly, frowning upon noticing the condition it was in. Its limbs were dangling from their sockets, and its wiring was spilling over an opening on its body. Bruce couldn't help but chuckle at the pout Tony displayed. You sat beside Wanda, a small hint of a smile curled at the edge of her lips as you nudged her shoulder in salutations. You two became close since you both joined the initiative around the same time. She passed you a plate of scrambled eggs to serve yourself a helping when you felt strong, broad arms wrapped around your shoulders, “Good morning, beaut—Ow!” Pietro yelped the moment your fork poked his skin. “What did we say about personal space, Speedy?” “Keep at least 12 inches of space,” The oldest Maximoff stated monotonous as he sat on your right side. You bit into a strip of bacon before you turned to reply, “Good boy.” Steve sat at the head of the table, his cerulean eyes fell upon one of your bruises that peeked through your colored fitted tee. “How are you feeling this morning, Y/N? I’m sorry if I pushed you too hard yesterday.” You smiled, and shook your head in disagreement, “Don’t worry about it, Steve. I can take it.” “It did not anger you, fru—Y/N?” The male Sokovian asked as he narrowed his eyes to capture any hint of a change in mood. You tilted your head in thought, taking a short moment to recall the other day. It wasn't at all frustrating, you reflected. Another forkful of eggs sandwiched between two pieces of pancake went into your mouth before you answered. “Not really. I was more focused on keeping up with Cap that I didn't really feel the need to become upset.” Pietro groaned in annoyance while a few of the male team members sighed in slight frustration. The fact that everyone simultaneously made the same gesture, you wondered what was going on that you've become the main attraction of the day. “Okay, spill it. Why the sudden interest in me and my reactions, guys?” “They have a pool to see how long it takes you to crack,” Natasha responded. “You shouldn't say anything, Romanoff. You're in on it too.” Clint smirked.  You gave a half smile and let out a chuckle as you shook your head at their ridiculousness. “Forgive us, lady Y/N but it is rather odd that you do not get angry, frightened, or even startled. I, myself, have never met anyone as tranquil as you,” Thor explained, trying to justify their intrigue. Your e/c shifted from person to person, landing on Steve. “I’m not part of it. I actually find it a great trait, it means that you're the perfect person to count on when the pressure is on.” You then turned, staring intently at Bruce as you waited for an answer. He took off his glasses, and wiped his briefly not paying attention to your gaze. Once Banner felt your e/c eyes on him, he raised his brows, “What? I’m not part of it either if that’s what you’re wondering. I objected to the whole thing.” He placed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose, shrugging at their stupidity. “Everyone has a breaking point, sunshine. Even you,” Stark stated as he crossed his arms and leaned against his chair. You sighed, glancing at Bruce with a soft smile. He rolled his eyes with a crooked frown. You knew that this wasn’t going to be the end of it. And it definitely wasn’t. For two weeks, from Clint to Sam, they have tried to get any reaction from you. Sam tried to scare you with killer clowns, spiders, and even teamed up with Pietro to pretend to be a vampire and tried to bite you. Thor sparred with you and insulted your pride to see if it would anger you, but it was to no avail. However, Clint was the one who took it too far. Clint thought it was a fun idea to take you hiking to show an exclusive spot to see the stars without the interruption of the city lights. “I’m telling you, it’s here somewhere.” Hawkeye grumbled frustratingly. You took a moment to rest your hands on your knees to catch your breath. You probably should’ve not eaten that extra slice of chocolate cake Vision made. You thought it tasted kinda funny. A loud burp crept out of your mouth, followed by a groan. “Ugh, I think that cake is about to rear its ugly head, Barton. How far is this place so I can free this chocolate demon from my stomach.” “Wait right here. I’m gonna go ahead and see anything familiar.” He jogged further ahead, leaving you behind in the setting sun. Nightfall quickly came and the temperature dropped rapidly, bringing a chill to your form and cause tiny goose bumps to form on your arms.   “Clint! Come on, man! It’s getting late and I’m freezing. Where are you?” You yelled, your voice echoed to the four winds as minutes turned to an hour. You sneezed and rubbed your s/c arms and chest to keep you warm and prevent a cold from developing. Loud whispers surrounded you, followed by footsteps running behind the  dozens of trees around. The whispers grew as did the rapid footsteps and ground crinkling. “Okay, it’s time to quit it, guys. This is getting ridiculous and I’m about to catch pneumonia from your jovial games,” Your voice still calm but the temperature is causing your throat to become sore. A booming, deafening roar shook the branches of the large pine trees before Bruce’s hulk landed next to you. “Uh oh…” You declared softly as the Hulk yelled again and exposed your team behind their hiding spots. Clint rose his hands in surrender, flashing an apologetic smile. Bruce wrapped a protective arm around your body not only to warm you but to signal that this game is done. Tony, who appeared from a hole in a tall red oak tree, furrowed his brows in confusion. “Why is green giant holding you like that, Y/N?” You rubbed the muscular arm soothingly, smiling widely, “That’s because Bruce and I are together. We have been for awhile now.” “What?” The group now materialized, exclaiming altogether. You giggled while the Hulk held you tighter, growling in annoyance. You patted his hand softly as you assured you that everything is alright. His body began to crack and shrink in size. He fell to his knees, and you kneeled down to hold him properly. Bruce wrapped his arms around your waist, his breathing slowing down as he looked up at you with a weary gaze. “Oh, sweetie. You didn’t have to transform into the big guy for me.” “This whole thing was going too far and I wasn’t going to let Clint’s birdbrain idea get you in danger.” He glared at Barton, Wilson, Stark, and the male Maximoff who all bowed their heads in shame. You planted your lips gently on Banner’s. His right hand rested on the back of your neck as he deepened it, pulling back in a flash when he remembered where you two were. “We’re sorry, Y/N. We didn’t mean—” “If you say scare, I’m going to turn back and hurl you to the tower.” Banner threatened Hawkeye who widened his eyes in surprise. “For the record, I wasn’t scared. I was more curious who the other guy was gonna kill first,” You smiled jokingly. After that, everyone gave up on the bet and went back to accepting your strange state of being. That being said, they have still to realize that you do have a dark side. They just haven’t seen it yet.